Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive
Im dumb enough to get gonahrea from a whore!
Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more
Im from that browntown (sing)
I love the way you're standing
I eat wack rappers like im from hungary
And i got a little big, keep it low key
Crawls right down the crack of your ass
Im hooked on big ass but not from your class
In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit
Im hella faded, comin from the shaded,
Im not from this planet,im on some other shit,your rhymes get smothered quick
Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick
From alaska son and i'm
Oh, i was raised by the stop sign
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